LIVE REVIEW! GWAR - Islington Academy, London

December 20, 2019

“We have come here to take your NHS.” That’s how GWAR introduce themselves as they take to the stage in London’s Islington Academy to a packed, sweaty and sold out crowd. The band behind the masks and latex garner up a massive roar of approval from die hard fans in the capital- some are dressed up like their heroes. GWAR have always used in jokes and a ‘fuck you’ to anyone that disagrees and it’s fun to see their tour called ‘Use Your Collusion’ an obvious take on Guns N’Roses ‘Use Your Illusion’ tour of the early 1990s.

The beauty of a GWAR show is you don’t know what is going to happen next. ‘Toto I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more that’s the movie quote that swirls through your head as a pole is shoved up someone’s ass during a song, and a policeman dressed in GWAR character takes to the stage and proceeds to drench the first few rows, photographers and security in liquid blood, that everyone’s hoping is fake. For the bands encore a man in a Donald Trump get up mask comes on and gives out blow jobs before having his intestines ripped out and played with, no this isn’t a Celine Dion gig!


In between the chaos and fun are the songs. The Salaminizer opens up with a line that could only have been created by GWAR- ‘Here's a little something from a God to a slave, I never should of been let out the fucking microwave! 


There are throw backs to the bands fame of the 1990s, when they became so infamous they appeared on the Jerry Springer Show as a bad influence to white American Christian kids. It is worth searching for the video on You Tube for a laugh and how obviously out of depth some parents can be.


GWAR joke around, it isn’t meant to be serious but they have some rocking tracks too. Krak Down is short and sweet and when they launch into classic Fuck This Place the reaction of the security is worth a million words (remember all security have wrapped themselves up in what looks like cling film). The traditional GWAR theme is played at the encore and the band finish with Sick of You.


The front row especially will have their own stories to tell. Just how do you go home on public transport looking like you have been butchered? The stares one would expect would almost be as good as the gig you have witnessed, and on this evidence you wait impatiently- maybe with your dads dirty mac this time to hold the blood sprays off for this truly unique band to return.

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